Kid Ink – Mochi Lyrics

Mochi by Kid Ink
Album : 7 Series
Released : 2017
Genre : Hip-hop/rap
Label : RCA Records

What you really, really want from me?
Hatin’ niggas oughta run from me
Why they always tryna come for me?
Swear the wanna feel the drum drummin’, drummin’
What these niggas really want from me?
We been here spendin’ lunch money
Go head, drop it down for me
And I’ma drum it, drum it, drum it, drum it
Streets on lock
Keys on drop
I share that piece of pie
But please don’t drop it
Streets so cold
Might need my coat
Walk in like fee fi foe
I don’t even see my folk

Oh, what you lookin’ at me for?
Blowin’ on this C4
Bust a swisher like a freak hoe
Just leveled up with my cheat code
Ball hard on my leash
Dog niggas off leashes
Champagne got a leak
Just tell me jump and I’ll leap
It’s karaoke, lip synchin’
After that she Listerinin’
They just gave me a check tonight
I can handle any misdemeanor
Knock, knock, get subpoena
Pourin’ up, no Cold Medina
Cold niggas, flow fever
Turn the 911 to a 4 seater

I’ll hold it down for my niggas
Give ’em a pound and we twistin’
Snakes in the grass, hear ’em hissin’
They livin’ lives and I’m a livin’ legend

What you really, really want from me?
Hatin’ niggas oughta run from me
Why they always tryna come for me?
Swear the wanna feel the drum drummin’, drummin’
What these niggas really want from me?
We been here spendin’ lunch money
Go head, drop it down for me
And I’ma drum it, drum it, drum it, drum it
Streets on lock
Keys on drop
I share that piece of pie
But please don’t drop it
Streets so cold
Might need my coat
Walk in like fee fi foe
I don’t even see my folk

You know it, stay blunted, blunted
And the city tatted on my stomach, dummies
As soon as niggas start actin’ funny
Throw two’s up, Bugs Bunny Bunny
Girl, choose up and throw that cunty cunty
I ain’t even seen that shit comin’
Ass out like a plumber, plumber
Drop down and make that ass plummet
Pay me somethin’ or just leave me alone
Money gettin’ real Nia Long
Ever since shit start goin’ right
I got a real hard time bein’ wrong
Niggas say they got a major key
Still ain’t even got a key to home
Homies keep on tellin’ me to stop
Playin’ with ’em, I’ma keep it goin’

I’ll hold it down for my niggas
Give ’em a pound and we twistin’
Snakes in the grass, hear ’em hissin’
They livin’ lives and I’m a livin’ legend

What you really, really want from me?
Hatin’ niggas oughta run from me
Why they always tryna come for me?
Swear the wanna feel the drum drummin’, drummin’
What these niggas really want from me?
We been here spendin’ lunch money
Go head, drop it down for me
And I’ma drum it, drum it, drum it, drum it
Streets on lock
Keys on drop
I share that piece of pie
But please don’t drop it
Streets so cold
Might need my coat
Walk in like fee fi foe
I don’t even see my folk

○ Kid Ink – 7 Series (Album 2017)
1. Supersoaka
2. No Strings
3. F With U
4. Mochi
5. Sweet Chin Music
6. Bad Lil Vibe
7. Lottery
8. Swish

○ Listen to “Kid Ink” Songs

● “Hotel ”

[ Quotable ]
Over there lookin’ all suspicious
Get a clue girl, don’t be a mystery
I see you liking on all my pictures
Of me and my bitch up in all of our business
So, you gotta know it ain’t a limit to
What a pill and the liquor do
Make a straight girl go down, just spit down
I might fuck around and lick her too
It ain’t a problem, my metabolism high
Eat you both up for dinner
Just keep it real with a real mothafucka
Ain’t got time for no pretenders

● “That’s On You ”

[ Quotable ]
I’m all out of champagne
Poppin’ like a Uzi
It’s ’bout three
Just left out of Hooray’s
Nigga just made a blu-ray
Runnin’ from the lady outside selling bouquets
OG only flower that I want
You can keep that sour in your blunt sheet
Lookin’ for the nose candy, Willy Wonka
Money don’t grow, I feel like I found one tree

● “Iz U Down ”

[ Quotable ]
Can I have that? You and your best
friend on a mattress
Ass so fat, need a lap dance
That was way back then
Lost a little weight but that ass still thick, goddamn
So innocent, I’m a guilty trip, she ride the dick
It be worth the trip
No answers, no romantic shit
Just friends with benefits
I take that (take that)
Never seen a roof come back on a
Maybach (I don’t think you seen that)
Uh tryna meet there, I could put you anywhere
Fly private air, uh yea
Who do dare?

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